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132. THE FACE OF ROSENFEL. seemed to her, of the most important discoveries, the man who undoubtedly held the key of the whole matter; the man, in all probability, who was himself the criminal for whom they sought was, in order to satisfy the scruples of a too sensitive girl to be allowed to put him- self out of their reach forever—this distressed her almost beyond endurance. And in spite of all this she had come away without a word of remonstrance or reproach. Impulsive Miss Maxey undoubtedly was, but she was quite capable of putting a bridle upon her tongue in a moment of anger, for the very reason that she distrusted her own power of self-control. Not for the world would she have uttered a syllable that could by any possibility wound the sensi- tive spirit of Annette, and she did not dare trust herself to enter into an argument with her brother in her pres- ence. So she had come out into the freer atmosphere of the street. It was a cold, gloomy afternoon in January. The sky was dark and threatened snow. Miss Maxey was well wrapped up, and rather enjoyed the crisp atmosphere. It was certainly an antidote for the fever within her. She walked down the few paces which were necessary to take her to the high picketed fence that separated the street from the river. For a moment she looked out over the waste of whitened ice, and in that moment an idea came to her—out of so little do great things some- times arise! Jf Miss Maxey had gone her customary way up the street into the main avenue she would doubt- less have wandered about the neighborhood till she had gotten the better of her emotions and have returned home, resigned to the inevitable. And so the part that she was to play in the unravelling of the sea-road mys- | ‘comic ‘s ye . 4 a “ % Ba aig H i md 5 * 900KS.C ; . > ae of vm anee Ae co ~~. as 4 e ts Lee ¢ oe fy FON Sie : s) : Fo er t. . t esis PASTS, ° 7 .. PA ‘+ mt getty PSP aoe ¥ - + ate, ‘OTe ae te ok) ua v a Fo see ans eas